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The Lord Ruler's perfect capital city, Luthadel, is doing the impossible: rebelling. Skaa half-breeds are being taught the power of Allomancy, something that the Lord Ruler's obligators said only existed in the nobility. The enslaved skaa, with their murderous benefactor, now fight back against a living god's oppression.

So, the Inquisition was formed. The nobles begin to fear assassination from all sides. The times of nobility Mistborn killing each other are over. The Steel Inquisitors look for aristocrat traitors and insurgent skaa, and the skaa try with all their strength to merely survive. The Lord Ruler's perfect Final Empire is slowly devolving into chaos.

Bozika Politikara is a tall, slim woman with severe features. She has luscious red lips and startlingly blue eyes. Her hair is cut short: in a fashionable, yet sensible style. She has a hawk-like face and is 180 centimetres tall.

Bozika Politikara is a self-centred woman who does not care for the well-being of others. She would use any means to achieve her goals and has frequent dealings with the skaa underground. She does not care for the Lord Ruler; her allegiances reside only with herself and her house. She makes frequent use of Kandra.

Special Skills: Reading, Writing, Infiltration, Lying, Sneaking

Strengths: Strong-willed, ruthless, quick learner

Weaknesses: Poor combatant, does not trust anyone

Bozika Politikara was born in the year 888 to Edwarn and Delphine Politikara. As a child, Bozika was a kind, inquisitive young girl. In the year 896, Edwarn beat Bozika to attempt to snap her and to discover any latent allomantic ability in her veins.
Bozika ran away from her family, mentally scarred by that experience and lived in the skaa underground for 6 years. In the year 902, Bozika was betrayed by her crew and was sold to the brothels. Lord Elfaar Sintell purchased her soon after she was sold to the brothel. As he prepared to kill her Lord Sintell asked Bozika her name. When Lord Sintell realised her identity he told Bozika that her parents were both dead.

Bozika reentered high society with a natural grace which denied her absence. Her house was on the brink of collapse, their industry operating on a loss. She cut down her house’s losses and changed their industry from ore refining to information and spying. In the year 909, Bozika and her cousin, Kuldora Politikara made a raid on House Renoux. This created ill feelings between the two houses and this has lead to open conflict multiple times.

Bozika Politikara stood with her back to the ash stained tenement, her hands crossed across her chest. She wore a knit cap and skaa clothes to hide her noble station. Many nobles would rather die than wear clothing as ragged as her’s but she didn’t mind. These clothes were much nicer than those she wore as an urchin.

“You okay, Bozika?” asked Kuldora.
“I’m fine,” Bozika replied.

Bozika sighed. Her cousin was simple, direct and uncomplicated; he trusted too easily and followed along with her plans regardless of how ludicrous they were.

“It’s just that most noblewomen would not dare to wear such dirty clothes.” Kuldora said.
“I am not most noblewomen,” said Bozika.
“When do you think our friend will pass by?”
“Soon, if our information is correct.”

Bozika had been tracking this particular nobleman for weeks. The plan was to ambush this nobleman and to leave his body as a little ‘gift’ for House Venture. Hopefully, this would make House Venture nervous and easier to manoeuvre into a dangerous political position.

A tall, finely dressed nobleman strode down the ash covered street with skaa servants to sweep the ash away as he stepped. Silently, Bozika and Kuldora began to trail the man, keeping to the blackened buildings to keep from being spotted.

“No guards,” thought Bozika, “sloppy.” As the nobleman passed into an alleyway, Bozika made a curt gesture towards Kuldora, indicating that he should try and trap the nobleman in the alley.

Bozika heard a harsh snap. The power of pewter marvelled her even now. Bozika entered the alley and her breath caught in her throat as she saw the nobleman with his neck broken and his head twisted to the side, blood trickling to the ground. She smiled evilly, the following days would be good for her and hers.